Zitate und Sprüche aus Alien

You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them f-ing each other over for a goddamn percentage.

So ne Art Rettungsaktion. Sie werden drauf abfahren. Es soll in der Kolonie ein paar Bräute geben, die wir vor der Jungfräulichkeit retten sollen.

It's a rescue mission, you'll love it. There's some juicy colonists' daughters we have to rescue from their virginity.

Hudson: "He Vasquez! Bist du schon mal für nen Mann gehalten worden?"
Vasquez: "Nein, du etwa?"

Hudson: "Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?"
Vasquez: "No, have you?"

We didn't leave Earth to be safe.

We're on an express elevator to hell - going down!

What the hell are we supposed to use, man? Harsh language?

We're all gonna die. The only question is when. This is as good a place as any to take your first steps to Heaven.

Ellen Ripley: "Well, someone's gonna have to go down there, take a portable transmitter and patch in."
William Hudson: "Yeah, sure, with those things running around? You can count me out."
Dwayne Hicks: "Well I guess we can count you out of everything then."

Serve in heaven or reign in hell?

Ich kann Ihnen nichts vormachen, was Ihre Chancen angeht. Aber: Sie haben mein Mitgefühl.

Larry Purvis: "God, I'm so tired."
Ron Johner: "Sleep when you die, man."

There's a monster in your chest... it's a really nasty one. And in a few hours, it's gonna burst through your ribcage, and you're gonna die. Any questions?

Dallas: "Ripley. This is an order. Do you hear me?"
Ripley: "Yes. I read you. The answer is negative."

You've been in my life so long, I can't remember anything else.

Sie scheinen immer noch nicht zu begreifen, womit Sie es zu tun haben. Mit einem perfekten Organismus. Nur seine Feindseligkeit übertrifft noch seine perfekte Struktur. Ich bewundere die konzeptionelle Reinheit. Geschaffen, um zu überleben. Kein Gewissen beeinflusst es. Es kennt keine Schuld, oder Wahnvorstellungen ethischer Art.

You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? Perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility. I admire its purity. A survivor... unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.

Ellen Ripley: "How do we kill it, Ash? There's gotta be a way of killing it. How? How do we do it?"
Ash: "You can't."

Bring back life form. Priority one. All other priorities rescinded.

If those things get loose, it's gonna make the Lacerta Plague look like a f-ing square dance!

In space, no one can hear you scream.

The animal itself - wondrous! The potential? Unbelievable - once we've tamed them. We'll teach them tricks!

I got you... you son of a b-tch!

Final report of the commercial starship Nostromo. Third Officer reporting. The other members of the crew - Kane, Lambert, Parker, Brett, Ash, and Captain Dallas - are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.